I thought what we said was genuine.
What we did was real,
What we had was love.
I thought you was the one.
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I still hear your laughter,
In the middle of the night.
I still feel your fingertips,
Running along my arms,
And through my hair.
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Even though you're gone,
your eyes are still piercing through my soul.
You left a permanent, burning mark.
Causing my heart to ache for you,
More than before.
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Why did you have to leave me?
Why did our love have to die?
If I could, I would save us.
But we're broken beyond repair now.
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I thought what we said was genuine,
What we did was real,
What we had was love.
I thought you was the one.
But I was wrong.
-B.N
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PoetryA collection of my poems. Nothing too special or fancy, just an outlet book. Most of my poems are written out of inspiration from whatever I see throughout my day or a personal post on Tumblr. Others are written out of my raw emotions. So yeah, I ho...
